Short Smolder Poems
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Emotions smolder
Fires burn down to cold coals
Silver shiny glass
Makes for hard brittle mirrors
Fragility breaks elbows
3 black churches
turned into smolder
a flint-toothed ogre
munches a wooden cross
in the shadows
of his black soot mind
Smile at a scolder, pat a heart on the shoulder, another day's boulder to molder, set it to smolder, Here we are, just another day older.
first love never dies
its flames rage loose in the wind
ashes smolder still
as fire rampages untamed
scorching fragile hearts blue-black
my stepdaughter sings
embers of bonfire smolder
evening gathering
Choice
By: Tom Wright
2000
The choice,
as revealed unto me;
To be afire for God,
on earth,
or smolder for Satan,
In Hell.
Wake the embers that smolder inside
Up above the coldness of my doubt
My burning desire will serve as guide
Heart aflame with passion ends loves drought
October
Mowing over
Buy blower
Flame thrower
Leaves smolder
Smoky odor
Feeling bolder
Getting older
written on a gloomy, rainy
day, October 25, 2021
her skin on fire
cold to the touch
golden locks of hair
tumble everywhere
smooth as silk
her alabaster shoulders
men's hearts leap ~
as love's embers smolder
Hard Head Like Big Boulder
Trump had hard head like big boulder;
Was ostentatious as he became older;
We could not resist;
Scratched from list;
He set fires that soon would smolder.
Jim Horn
I love when it’s colder;
put on two pork shoulders,
the size of small boulders,
to smoke and to smolder.
(three if I’d been bolder)
It is a true soldier,
but likely won’t hold her.
When canoers grow old, do they become canolders
Now that's downright silly, my brain does smolder
But let's not panic
Forget these silly antics
We must always maintain our adult composure
The whimpering wind outlasts the storm.
Embers smolder beyond the flame.
What's withheld, unsaid, hones the ear,
Patience in pondering deepens meaning.
Until the tongue-tied uncoils its pearls.
Silence is the elephant in the room.
Pink lace and satin
cool sheets merge
with perfumed breeze
A tigress writhes on them
restless, eager to please
Ruby lips fairly smolder
her curves all aligned
Undo the strap from her shoulder
Tell her, 'You're mine'
Love without hope
Identifying true hopeless love in the eyes of the beholder
as she winks in return my heart melts in smolder
Hope instilled once again in my hopeless soul
Vanishing as she drifts away another lonely dark hole
3/24/16
Olden knowledge should smolder
As smoke rising from an ember -
Universal but not common -
Peculiar but not forgotten.
Tell me of those days of yore -
Of circumstances transpired -
So I can repeat on my lips
That which slumbers in silence.
What is given?
What is taken away?
What is filled?
What is empty?
What is alive?
What is dead?
What is spoken?
What is said?
What is out there?
What it is in my head?
What I know
What I can learn
What will smolder
What will burn
Form:
Shakespeare and me
just didn't agree
Neither did reading
'great poetry'
The classics I spurned
and when they were finished
did happily burn
Now that I'm older
their words still smolder
They've lit quite a fire
deep inside me
Stuck between a rock
And a few boulders
Who say’s life gets better
Or easier as we get older?
Life can be great
But it can also smolder.
You Can do it alone
Although it’s better with a shoulder.
Life can be good and rough.
That’s up to the beholder
Brave’s just a little bit bolder,
I am willing to take that risk.
It gets old and I get older,
brave’s just a little bit bolder.
Pep in that step set to smolder,
I’m polished as an odalisque.
Brave’s just a little bit bolder,
I am willing to take that risk.
"A burst of ice."
whispers Winter
"Your not being nice!"
answers Spring
"Your frozen outburst;
Your chill, will not change a thing."
"I will dance. I will sing.
It is inevitable.
A symphony of color I will bring."
"So walk away.
Do not smolder.
Soon your reign will be over."
Let me know your smells
taste of them well,
hold your sweat
filling
mind.
Limbs growing heavy
as hot flames flick
flesh ready
to meet
flesh.
And then, to smolder
resting in awe
in the sweat
of weight
heavy.
Intoxicating
eclipse of joy
blends fire
melting
ice.
I've felt the pain of an orphaned child,
The wounds of a fallen soldier.
Although on my skin you'll see no marks,
Underneath, I still smolder.
For pain is not a scratch;
Not a bruise, or a scrape, or a bump.
Pain is the fire that burns inside
When you try but just can't give up.
I am not a prince
And princess you don’t have to be.
We need not to live happily ever after.
A touch of anger is allowed to smolder,
Sorts of quarrel will do.
At the end sure come to me,
Take me away
Leave only to love me again,
To fill the pages of our own fairytale.
A new beginning in our own way.
reduced
to glowing coals,
embers smolder
waiting for some bright spark
to rekindle an old flame's
liveliness
brilliant
fervid blazes
emanate with
radiant waves of warmth,
only the sun could compare
to such zest
Tanya Harringotn
© 11-05-2012
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